The school to come alive

As we are getting older, we die
the dreams are less colorful

the colors start to turn monotone
and then we were on the junctions
“you test it in school so when you get the real deal you are not as shocked”

school that unlock possibilities instead of limiting them

opening minds, different jobs, and ways to interact with people

vast choices of club activities -> flexible room and landscape arrangement

Have I hate myself yet?

Thick lenses,
Flabby arms,
have I hate myself yet?

forgotten memories
resurfacing pains
have i hate myself yet?

unspoken words
the slipping chances
have I hate myself yet?

a tower of a thousand words
a garden of million letters

all left half finished
some left unsent
another left unsaid

“Yes”

s/d